Saint Donald the Trump

10 April—God bless Donald Trump. The great man single-handedly sparked yesterday’s phenomenal U.S. and world stock-market rally, thus averting a recession or depression for another three months or so. What a guy. Of course, he had absolutely nothing to do with the markets’ antecedent precipitous nosedive or fears of economic calamity. Just ask him and his rabid and/or pusillanimous flunkies and followers.

Trump’s dictatorial interference in economic and industrial matters including but not limited to tariffs—as in everything else—bespeaks not only ignorance, but reckless irrationality. His horde of impressionable (to put it euphemistically) enablers and supporters see him not as an intractable, cunning, self-serving, self-dealing con man, but as a successful, solicitous businessman.

As a Midwest auto worker assured a National Public Radio reporter earlier this week, “I don’t see Trump as a politician. He’s better than that. I see him as a businessman. He knows how business works. He knows what’s best for the country and cares about people like me and I trust him. Me and my family will vote for him again.”

What more is there to say?